| Stitch me from the inside out tell me you love me i am what you
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| Want and i am what you need sew your face onto mine in red split
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| Tongues let pins seal my lips wheeling in vines stitching over again
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| And spools becoming untied winding needles dysphoria sets in drag
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| Knots at the corners of my eyes as i wander into low fields testing
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| My wings i am a boy under grey skies and still i pretend but i am
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| Caught in a closed room with flickering lights and i can’t see
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| Anything i can feel only insects of a gift called grace and venus
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| Palms release their clinch letting go of foolishness spinning in
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| Circles staring at the sun laughing and floating and dancing in love
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| My arms outstretched catching stars in the day a blue stem with
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| Green eyes i say hello to her smile painting flowers pink clovers
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| And giving water to them the drops burst into fairies caterpillars in
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| Disguise leaving worms with no passion barely able to fly i lay
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| Coiled in strings spun into my everything twisting until finally it
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| Became all that i’ve ever wanted and she rings a blue bell for the
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| Day from the will o' the wisp i touch her belly to say things will be
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| Okay baby girl i can fly i can fly i can’t remember if i choked i’m
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| Sure that i have flown better winds i am a man designed to break to
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| Fail yet to impress and venus palms released to their finger blades
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| Ripping me to fuck frayed ropes bent strings |